A beating of a poem for meaning
Will leave some residue of sound
Around lips, in the very whiskers,
A torture for intimate confession.

We look it against a colored light
Or grope for light switch in room
Trying to find our own confession
Reclining in a dark room’s corner.

We are readers of others poems
To discover our own confessions
Tortured out of us ,for meaning
Exceeding aggregate intentions.

(Reference Billy Collins poem Introduction to Poetry)

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